Sally quirks her mouth at that. Sir, you've lived your life zipping around in a mobile suit or blasting off into space. She grew up trekking around her home town's mountains without losing breath, even when she wasn't in the military. She doesn't say that, of course.

"You already know I'm going to. So, what are you going by, living here?" Are you Treize's right-hand man, or are you the crazed Milliardo Peacecraft, would-be god of the stars and tyrant of the colonies? Sally is doing her best to remain even-keeled in tone, but despite all of Noin's fond words, he's one of the few she will not even give the illusion of dropping her guard around.